“Because I already knew he was my dad. And…and I wanted him to think I believed him when he called me. That’s why I said…that’s why I said all that awful stuff. I’m sorry, Sloane, really, I didn’t mean any of it.”
“What?” This is absolute madness. She knew? First Zeth knew all along that Lacey was his sister, and now she’s telling me she knew Charlie was her father? What is wrong with these people? Why the hell do they keep their cards so close to their chests? I want to grab hold of Lacey and shake her. Shake some fucking sense into her. “Why?”
The blonde girl shrugs, pulling at a loose thread on the torn sweater she’s wearing. “Because he keeps fucking everything up for Zeth. He tried to hurt you. I wanted to…I wanted to kill him. I tried to. That’s why I’m in here with you instead of out there with them.”
“You tried to kill Charlie?”
“With a screwdriver.”
None of this is making any sense. I press my forehead against my knees, trying to breathe through the panic that’s gripping hold of me. “He could have killed you, Lace. What were you thinking?”
She doesn’t say anything. When I look up, about to scold her some more, I see there are tears streaking down her face.
“I was thinking I wanted you two to be safe. I was thinking about the normal life you guys deserve to share. You can’t have that with Charlie still around, and you…you’ll never be able to forget it if Zeth kills him. It’ll play on you.”
I want to deny that, but the words stick in my throat. Honestly, I’ve done everything in my power not to think about it. I’ve known for a while that killing Charlie is the only way Zeth sees us having a life together, just like Lacey is saying, but I’ve put it from my mind. Tried to make myself believe I’m okay with it because Charlie is a bad person. Because Charlie will kill us given half the chance. But I’m not okay with it. I haven’t been for a while.
Lacey starts crying.
I shuffle toward her on my butt and wrap an arm around her shoulder. “Zeth would never want you to take on something like that for him. And neither would I. You damn near broke his heart when you walked out with that man.”
She turns into me and starts sobbing, her voice muffled in my shoulder. “I know. But…he’s done so much for me. Everything. And so have you. And I already killed Greg Mallory. I figured it wouldn’t be so bad. I could do it again if I had to.”
“Oh, shit, Lace.” I hug her to me tight, running my hands up and down her back. This poor girl. I have to admit, I’ve been angry ever since she walked out of Zeth’s apartment with Charlie. She chose to leave us. She chose him over her brother and me. That hurt more than words can ever describe, but this hurts more. She did it all, put herself in this awful position, for us. I can’t cope with that.
My own tears chase fast and hot down my cheeks. Lacey wraps her arms around my waist, crying even harder. For a brief and fragile moment, we are hopeless and inconsolable. And then I put a stop to it.
“C’mon. Sit up. We need to figure out what we’re gonna do.” I wipe my face with the back of my hand, and then I wipe away Lacey’s tears, too. She blinks up at me, her tiny frame trembling against mine.
“We can’t do anything. “
“Of course we can. Being defeatist is the only sure way we’re definitely going to lose here,” I say. “How many men does Charlie have with him?”
Lacey thinks on this. “They come and go all day. I don’t know.”
“Okay. Well, I know the kind of man Charlie is. He won’t leave us waiting here for long. And when he sends for us, we’ll be ready. Right?” I have no idea where this shit is coming from. I know the kind of man Charlie is? We’ll be ready for him? Really? That sounds incredibly cliché and entirely unbelievable, but I sound like I mean it. Gives me an air of plausibility. Lace darts a doubtful look my way, but then nods slowly, still chewing on her lip.
“Tell me about the screwdriver,” I say.
“I snatched it when they parked the cars in the underground parking lot. They have a garage down there. Some of the guys fix up old cars for Charlie. They were arguing about whether they should go back for you and Zeth, so they didn’t notice me slip it into my pocket. It was small.” She looks down at her hands. “I should have waited. We were walking up the stairwell to get into the building and I couldn’t take it anymore. He just kept sniffing and sniffing, and I knew why. He was off his face. I didn’t care, then. I just wanted him to die. I pulled it out of my pocket and I was gonna drive it into his back, but the two assholes behind me grabbed me before I could.” She looks up at me, eyes still shining brightly from her tears. “Charlie was not happy.”
“I can imagine.”